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Well I was going to post some pictures of my garden today. But LJ wouldn't let me do it. Mean LJ.

So also as part of Three Weeks for Dreamwidth, I'm doing this. Which I'm quite nervous about, but I've wanted to do something like it for a while.

And below is my first entry - a 'list poem' about the desert, as I remember it. Which actually was ood to do, because it made me realize the time out there a few years ago was really rather special.

Also good because I hadn't written a poem for about 20 years!

A better day today, though my back's still sore. I got the [livejournal.com profile] tf_prime giftfic finished and sent off (finally) and am hoping its OK.

Here's poem:

Ground like parchment,
Sand, stones, dust plains.
Track stretches ahead. A bare gouge through the wilderness.
In the distance, the hint of hills. Before – just track and desert.

Shades of rust and brown and golden.
Hints of green and grey. Low scrub. Stunted trees. Strange fruits.
Bushes. Scant grass. Ground covers clinging
Flowers when the rains come. Pretty. Transforming. But not today.
Scattered rocks. Termite mounds.
Little cities – insect communities.

Sun-baked track. Tyres strum on corrugations.
Sky so blue against the red-brown. So perfectly blue.
No clouds. Sun burns down. Dazzling orb, high in the sky.
Car bonnet a dirty white. Engine drones.
Stop car. Time for a break.

Creaking car door. Noisy in the silence.
So still outside.
So hot outside. Compared to air conditioned cab.
No other humans. No vehicles in sight.
So big, the desert. So small, me.
Strangely peaceful. Beautiful.

Eagles wheel in the dryness. Their cries echo bleakly in the vastness.
They go. Silence. So very quiet.

Walk a small way. Ground’s hot. Glad of shoes.
More life around my feet.
Big ants. Glad of the shoes.
Other insects.
Lizard scuttles under a rock.
Dry skin lies discarded. Snake?
Bushes rustle. Hint of a bird.
Shy creatures watch unseen.

Gentle hot breeze against my face.
Eddies of dust on the track.
Faint scent of smoke.
Other strange smells.
Ancient land. Here long before me. Here long after.
Just me. In this alien landscape.
I’m lucky.
I’ll remember this.

Long trip ahead.
Time to get going.
I turn on the engine, and drive towards the distant hills.
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